Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict - Chapter 520

Chapter 520: Don’t want anything of 519

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“Auntie Li, I need to go out for a bit. If my brother comes back, could you please let him know?”

After hanging up the phone, Wen Ran stood in a daze for a while before heading into the kitchen to speak to Auntie Li.

Auntie Li turned to her with a surprised look, “Ranran, where are you going at this time?”

Wen Ran gave her a small smile, replying evenly, “Mo Xiuchen called and told me to come home for a bit. I’ll take my things back while I’m there.”

A glint of concern passed through Auntie Li’s eyes, but seeing that Wen Ran seemed fine, she spoke gently, “Alright then, you best be going. I will tell Ah Jin later.”

Wen Ran nodded, put on her coat, and left.

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As she drew nearer to her former home, the tranquility in her heart gradually gave way to a flurry of emotions. When the peaceful villa came into view, her hands, laid before her, clenched tightly together.

She still remembered the first time she arrived here. Back then, she was nervous and came with Mo Xiuchen.

From that day on, she lived in this villa, spending every day with that seemingly indifferent man. Little by little, he let down the frigid walls around his heart, smiled more, and became warmer.

“Miss Wen, we are home!”

Her car arriving at the villa disrupted her thoughts. Wen Ran pressed her lips together, gathered her emotions, and got out of the car.

“Missus, young master is waiting for you in the living room.”

Little Liu, who opened the car door for her, was as respectful as ever. Wen Ran gave a simple ‘okay’ and headed towards the living room.

The living room was very quiet.

The dazzling chandelier light illuminated every corner, highlighting the striking features of the man on the sofa. His tall figure leaned lazily against sofa, a cigarette between his slender fingers. As the smoke curled up, the air entering her nostrils carried a faint hint of tobacco.

Hearing her footsteps, Mo Xiuchen looked up at her.

Standing by the entrance, Wen Ran locked eyes with him. Her heart gave an uncontrollable leap.

There was no apparent joy in Mo Xiuchen’s eyes, like an old friend, he gave a faint smirk, his voice warm and clear, “Ranran, you’re here!”

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He didn’t even bother to get up. After speaking, he took another drag, before putting out the remaining cigarette in the ashtray.

Wen Ran approached the sofa, her gaze swiftly landing on the documents laid out on the coffee table. In bold black and white, it must have been the agreement he mentioned.

“I haven’t packed your things for you. After dinner, have a look upstairs and see what you need to bring back. You can pack them then, okay?”

Mo Xiuchen’s voice was gentle and calm. The look in his eyes as he looked at Wen Ran was devoid of the tenderness it once held. His eyes were a stagnant pool of calm tranquility.

Wen Ran nodded, speaking softly, “That’s fine, I’ll pack later.”

When she had moved in, she only brought a single bag and didn’t carry much with her. The possessions she used and wore over the past few months had all been bought for her by Mo Xiuchen, there wasn’t much for her to take away.

Mo Xiuchen picked up the divorce agreement that had been lying on the coffee table. However, he didn’t hand it to her but said, “I had a lawyer draft an agreement. At the time, I forgot to ask what you wanted, so if you have any demands now, tell me, and I’ll add them.”

Wen Ran’s gaze fell on his hand holding the agreement. The burn on his skin had healed quickly.

Somehow, hearing his calm and indifferent voice made her feel an inexplicable sorrow. She should have been relieved that he was facing their divorce calmly, that he was prepared to let go peacefully.

“I have no demands.”

She lowered her gaze, and her voice became faint.

A shadow of emotion quickly flickered across the depths of Mo Xiuchen’s eyes, but in a blink, they restored their calmness. “In a divorce, the assets should have been divided equally. But I know you’ve never been one to bother about finances. So, strictly speaking, this divorce agreement only nullifies our marital relationship and does nothing else.”

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“I don’t want anything.”

Wen Ran looked up at Mo Xiuchen, who gave her a small smile in response, “Then all you need to do is sign at the bottom right.”

He passed her the agreement across the coffee table.

Wen Ran’s hand trembled slightly. A crease appeared between her brows. She tried to maintain the same calm demeanor as him, but couldn’t control her shaking hand.

As he observed her trembling fingers, Mo Xiuchen’s eyes changed quickly, hinting at an emotion that he was trying to suppress. An unconscious force loomed over the agreement in his hand.

Wen Ran reached for the agreement, but he held onto it stubbornly.

A hint of confusion flickered in her bright, clear eyes, yet she bit her lip and kept silent.

The atmosphere suddenly became delicate. Mo Xiuchen locked eyes with her. The smooth serenity of his eyes slowly ruffled. His thin, sexy lips twitched. In a calm voice, he said, “Ranran, once you sign this agreement, we will genuinely have no connection left.”

A hint of paleness washed over Wen Ran’s beautiful face. The hand that was gripping the agreement trembled and almost dropped.

Mo Xiuchen noticed her reaction and offhandedly said, “Last night, Shen Yuting called me.”

Wen Ran’s eyes widened in surprise, “What did she say?”

As soon as she spoke, she bit her lip, almost wishing she could bite off her own tongue. Mo Xiuchen’s eyes immediately darkened, “She said everything she needed to say. But I still want to hear it from you.”

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Wen Ran quickly retracted her hand.

A flash of panic crossed her eyes. She stood hurriedly from the sofa, saying somewhat flustered, “I’ve got nothing to tell.”

“Ranran, you’re going to leave without signing?”

Mo Xiuchen wouldn’t let her leave that easily after she had come into his trap. He stepped forward, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her into his arms.

The mature male scent hit her nose. Wen Ran’s mind, already in chaos, grew worse. Even her brain lost the ability to think. Owing to her guilty conscience, she fell for Mo Xiuchen’s words the moment Shen Yuting’s name was mentioned.

“Mo Xiuchen, let me go.”

Her eyes darted about as she looked at him. Knowing that Mo Xiuchen was a shrewd man, Wen Ran was well aware. Spending this much time with him, she could often guess what he was thinking. That was because he had intentionally shown it.

The truth was that he could really see through her. From the beginning, she had been a part of his calculation. She had considered that he would eventually know the truth. She had already decided in her heart that she would leave G City once they were divorced.

“I won’t let go, Ranran. Since you won’t tell me, I will find the answer myself.”

After saying that, Mo Xiuchen bent down, picked her up, and started walking towards the stairway. Wen Ran felt a tremor in her heart. With all limbs flailing, she struggled and shouted, “Mo Xiuchen, what are you doing? Put me down…”

“I have to know whether it is as I suspected.”

Mo Xiuchen’s handsome brows furrowed slightly as he held her tightly in his arms, making his way up the stairs. He had merely been testing her just now; Shen Yuting hadn’t told him anything.

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“Mo Xiuchen, I beg you, put me down… mm…”

Before Wen Ran could finish speaking, Mo Xiuchen had already kicked open the door to the master bedroom. Lowering his head, he pressed his lips against hers…